Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 399 Tianyi Restriction
Feeling that the killing aura in his killing blade was constantly disappearing, and he lost contact with him, Xiao Henshui in the distance finally couldn't help but howl angrily.

After many years of killing in the Hundred Killing Land, he and Bing Wuxia and his wife managed to collect these killing spirits with great difficulty, and condensed two killing blades. I can't stand it, especially if the opponent is still an ant-like existence that I have always thought of.

"Hahahaha." Dialect found that after his black mark swallowed up so much killing energy, a qualitative change occurred. It seemed that he could also activate the murderous energy to condense a weapon like a long knife. With supernatural powers, dialect gave birth to infinite confidence in the current situation.

At the moment when Xiao Henshui was furious, a dark light shot out in front of Fang Yan. In just a split second, the situation suddenly changed. Then use the magic weapon to kill, but use the condensed murderous weapon he just realized as the method, but what he condenses is not a long knife, but a long sword.

The target of the dialect attack is not Xiao Henshui. The dialect is clear. Xiao Henshui, as the core disciple of the Tianhun Sect, must have other means. I want to fight him, but it is still insufficient, but the imperial feather umbrella on the top of the head is different. The magic weapon is the same as his own Dawu Sword Formation, it is the opponent's natal magic weapon, as long as it can break or even destroy the Huangling Umbrella, it is no different from injuring Xiao Henshui.

Having been deprived of his Killing Blade by the dialect, and seeing the other party attacking Huang Lingsan with the same method at this moment, Xiao Henshui couldn't help shouting angrily: "Old man, you are so angry."

When the warning signs appeared, Xiao Henshui only had time to dodge, but he was still pierced through his right arm by the handleless blade knife, and was successfully attacked by dialect twice in a row. Xiao Henshui almost vomited blood after successive failures.

Even so, he still didn't care about the invisible magic weapon, but stretched out his hand to urge his own magic weapon, the emperor's feather umbrella. Instead of bombarding Dialect, he chose to withdraw it. Dialect's choice was to strike Xiao Henshui was hit by Xiao Henshui's weakness, if it was only the Huangling Umbrella, it would be fine, but there was his wife Bing Wuxia's spirit hiding in it, Xiao Henshui did not dare to let the dialect bombard the Huangling Umbrella, especially since he knew that The terrifying attack power of the Slaughtering Blade, and the rank of his own Huangyu Umbrella are not comparable to that set of Heavenly Soul Chess Formation. If he injures his wife's spirit, it will be too late to regret.

At this moment, Xiao Henshui didn't know that the opponent in front of him was not a Jindan cultivator at all, but a real Nascent Soul cultivator. There were many tricks in his hands, but in order to imprison thousands of feet of void, Xiao Henshui had arranged various The method, at this moment, affects the recovery of his own magic weapon. Half a breath of effort is enough to launch hundreds of attacks on a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Cultivator Yuanying and Jindan Dzogchen monks are separated by a line, but there is a huge difference. Xiao Henshui, who is in the late stage of Yuanying, knows it best. If the chess formation explodes, even if the Huangyu Umbrella is not blasted to pieces on the spot, there will not be much left. Even if you touch it, you will be seriously injured. Chance.

For the first time in Xiao Henshui's heart, he felt a sense of powerless failure. His previous opponent, Jindan, and his husband and wife, two mid-stage Nascent Soul monks, could not stay together. The increase of the opponent's baby is much more, but this is an increase in quantity, far less than the general change of reborn when the baby is born.

Fang Yan was keenly aware of Xiao Henshui's emotions towards Huang Lingsan. Although he didn't know the reason, he knew what he should do. Several killing blades slashed upward one after another. Although each one was not as powerful as Xiao Henshui's two long knives before, they were superior in number, a dozen or so.

"Fellow Daoist, stop."

The dialect who found that the attack was effective was about to intensify his efforts and completely smashed the Huangling Umbrella, when he suddenly received an urgent message with some pleadings from Xiao Henshui.

Yep?The dialect was a little dazed, how could a late Nascent Soul cultivator show such a tone?I was just a magic weapon to attack him, even if it was a magic weapon of my own destiny. My attack strength was just to open a gap and let Xiao Henshui suffer some damage, but it didn't hurt the root.

"Don't doubt it anymore, as long as the fellow Taoist stops, Xiao promises to let you go in the future." Xiao Henshui knew that his words were unbelievable, and he also saw the skills that the dialect had to perform, and another magical Consciousness, and at the same time dissipate his enchantment immediately.

It was only then that Fang Yan realized that Xiao Henshui was serious. When a late Nascent Soul cultivator made such a statement, Fang Yan stopped talking, and just cupped his hands and said, "Fang is leaving."

Immediately greet the Fengnu Bee King Beast, urge the Sheng Yumu spirit boat, and fly away in the distance. The aura was completely covered, and no trace was revealed.

Xiao Henshui looked at the flying boat in the distance with a desolate expression, and felt all kinds of feelings in his heart. He waved his hand to put away his imperial plume umbrella, shook his head, and walked towards the gathering place of Wuxiang.

After flying away for tens of thousands of miles, Fang Yan was finally at ease. There was no trace of Xiao Henshui behind him. Up to this moment, Fang Yan was still a little afraid. Just now, his magic power would be exhausted in a few moments. Umbrella, I have no other effective means to deal with the bombardment of the late Nascent Soul monks.

Dialect’s own trump card has been exhausted except for the puppet. If these methods are used against a monk in the late stage of Nascent Soul, before this battle, Fang Yan would still think it is a little possible, but now he knows that it is still far away, unless he explodes himself. Sword array, heavenly soul chess array, and even puppet people, otherwise there is absolutely no hope of victory, and even escape is an extravagant hope, but unexpectedly such a result was obtained in the end.

For dialect, this is a better result than the best result. It is really an honor to be able to confront a monk in the late stage of Nascent Soul head-on, although Dialect does not have the slightest feeling for this kind of glory in his heart. interest.

Although this experience was dangerous, it was also rewarding. Dialect not only gained the killing spirit, but also gained a way to kill the enemy without consuming much mana. The potential of his body is stimulated, and he has a deeper understanding of his own cultivation, and his cultivation has improved a bit, saving decades, not to mention, and this kind of cultivation is more solid and rare than the step-by-step improvement.

The most important thing is to condense the mind. Only the moment of life and death is the only way to hone the mind. The training of life and death is a common way for many monks to improve their cultivation and condense their minds. However, this method is effective but also dangerous. Those who are not determined dare not use it.

Fang Yan is sitting cross-legged in the flying boat at the moment, running the Xingyun Jue non-stop, replenishing his lost mana, and still deducing the battle that just ended in his consciousness. During the deduction, Fang Yan found that there seemed to be a few things he could do better.

Time passed day by day, without monks like Xiao Henshui chasing and killing, Fang Yan didn't want to compete with more soul beasts, but just practiced silently, comprehending all kinds of things in the battle with Xiao Henshui, the flying boat let the wind slave Prompted, under the protection of the two Nascent Soul-level guards of the Fengnu Queen Bee Bee, they can avoid a few soul beasts if they encounter them, and they will go deep into the wilderness for [-] million miles without any hindrance.

The dialect has the jade slip given by Lu Nanzi, the closer it is to Tongtian Valley, the more detailed the introduction in this jade slip, although countless years have passed, but for those soul beasts with high cultivation, it is just a lazy sleep I feel that the time spent in seclusion, generally speaking, is not much different from the Lunanzi Yujian.

When he got here, Fang Yan no longer let Feng Nu control the flying boat, but went out in person, went around and changed gears, but headed towards Tongtian Valley along a safe passage.

The transmission channel of Tongtian Valley is not a secret among monks at the Nascent Soul level. There has not been a Nascent Soul monk in the Daji Sect for dozens of generations, but the experience of the ancestors is regarded as a legend.

As he was moving forward, Dialect came across several escaping lights, all of which were magical streamers. Needless to say, they were all Nascent Soul cultivators traveling between the two continents. Nanzi's method does not have such a detailed map and jade slips in his hands. Those who dare to come here are all people who are extremely confident in their own cultivation.

When you get here, you are not acquaintances, and no one will easily strike up a conversation with other monks. All the people you encounter are heavily guarded and avoid them far away. They don't have the heart to deal with others. After these monks appeared, Fang Yan also knew that he had crossed the most dangerous place, and Tongtian Valley was not far away.

Several hours later, Fang Yan had already seen a valley hundreds of miles away. From a distance, it seemed as if a horizontal line was drawn casually. Even though Fang Yan saw it for the first time, he knew that it was Tongtian Valley. Here you can already feel the faint fluctuations of the prohibition, and the majestic meaning of vicissitudes of life rushes to your face.

The dialect paused for a while, and then sped up and fled towards the restricted place. After advancing for tens of miles, the meaning of the restriction became stronger and stronger, and the source of all the fluctuations was that random stroke.

It has been introduced in the jade slips that the restriction of the Tongtian Valley was created by the heaven and the earth. When the ancestors discovered the Tongtian Valley, this restriction already existed. Although it has been scratched in recent years, it is infinitely mysterious. Countless monks have come here Come study it.

Talents are different, perceptions are different, but everyone who comes here is shocked by the most complicated restriction contained in Tongtian Valley Zhijian. Everyone calls this restriction the Tianyi restriction, which means the unity of the sky and the sky. It is rumored that if you can If you thoroughly comprehend this prohibition, you will be able to reach a very high level, and it is unknown to surpass distraction.

It's just that this is just a rumor, and no one has really increased their cultivation base because of this restriction, but this has not reduced the number of monks who come here to understand the restriction.

When the dialect first arrived, I saw monks sitting cross-legged on dozens of hilltops around them, all facing the direction of the Tongtian Valley's restriction, and the guard formations beside them were all modeled after the day's restriction. Design, but the level varies, and so on.

To Fang Yan's surprise, he also sensed the aura of several soul beasts, each occupying a territory, watching each other, but also feeling the restriction of Tianyi.

When dialect came here, he naturally wanted to see the restriction that even Lu Nanzi couldn't see. He didn't rush to step into it, but released his consciousness to explore the extremely simple restriction.

The moment the dialect consciousness just touched the restriction, I felt a loud bang in my mind. It didn't really make a loud bang, except for the dialect, no one heard the bang.

Dialect's spirit penetrated into this Tianyi's restriction at once.

It's a coincidence, the investigation on the first day of junior high school was just a simple restriction, and when the dialect's spiritual consciousness penetrated into it, it was discovered that the original extremely simple restriction on Tianyi suddenly produced infinite changes.

The dialect seems to be in the void, surrounded by trails of trails, each of which is like a meteor, like lightning, appearing suddenly, but it gives people a natural feeling, as it should be. The void is covered with scratches, criss-crossing, like a giant net.

Dialect showed surprise, but then he was overjoyed, and immediately sank his mind into the bright light, ignoring the surrounding things, just wanting to deeply remember the trajectory of every scratch.

These scratches, where are the meteors and lightning, all are in line with the way of heaven, contain the most reasonable, and are clearly the origin of the restriction. All the restrictions are composed of the simplest scratches. Into the complicated process.

Dialect fell into comprehension, the Queen Bee Beast and Feng Nu were staring at the surroundings, loyally guarding the master. Suddenly, the beast slave found a figure approaching the flying boat where he was staying.

The Queen Bee first released its consciousness to warn the coming people, but Feng Nu did not release his consciousness, but let go of his breath at once, making preparations for the battle.

I don't know if it was frightened by the two subordinates of the dialect, or for some other reason. After the man discovered the aura of the queen bee beast, he stopped, but did not leave. He was several miles away from the flying boat. After staying there, he was still muttering something.

Seeing that the visitor was no longer approaching, the Queen Bee Beast and Feng Nu did not move, but their spiritual eyes did not relax at all, and they closely searched the person, and if there was any abnormality, they would immediately release their violent attacks.

In an instant, or for countless years, the grid of bright lights around the dialect began to dissipate, not dissipate, but merge, from complex to simple, from scratches all over the sky, gradually reduced, reduced, and finally became A scratch of the initial recognition disappeared immediately, leaving only a figure of dialect standing empty in the void, everything seemed to be an illusion.

At some point, Fang Yan's eyes were closed tightly, but the Xingyun Jue in his body was spinning rapidly, and Fang Yan's hands kept drawing traces by his side, vaguely, it was the stroke in the void just now. The trajectory of the traces is also like the road map of Xingyun Jue, each of which faintly conforms to the way of heaven.

Formation restraints flashed between the dialect's hands, from the protective formation he learned when he first entered Mo Lingzong, to the various formations of Xingjizong he learned from Master Jiuhuan later, in this void, Originally, the Tianyue Nine Illusion Formation, which the dialect could not create with bare hands, and even the Nine Locks and Lingling Formation, which sealed the world, showed the trajectory of the formation map, and the formations, which had been reduced countless times, appeared in front of the dialect.

One formation after another has just been drawn, and then it dissipates and another formation is formed out of thin air. Dialect seems to be in a state of involuntary involuntary control.

Dialect's hands are still depicting the formation prohibition, but it is the formation in the Zilang stone wall. From the first set, eight formations have been drawn in an instant, which is already the limit of dialect's original understanding.

But at this moment, Dialect didn't stop, and as he waved his hands, he drew seven more formations.

If the real Jiuhuan could see the movements of the dialect at this moment, his jaw would drop in surprise. He also recognized three of them, which were the ninth, tenth, and eleventh formations in the Zilang stone wall.

Fang Yan had never seen these three arrays before, besides these three, there are actually four arrays, these are the arrays that Jiuhuan Daoist has never seen before, each one is extremely complicated, and you can feel it just by the array. If these formations are really arranged, I don't know how powerful they will be.

All of a sudden, all the formations that Dialect had just drawn flashed at the same time, surrounded by Dialect.

Dialect's eyes were still closed, and his hands continued to gesticulate. He saw that the sub-array in front of him changed, fused, separated, and fused again, forming eighteen runes hanging around Dialect. Controlled by the divine sense, he wanted to fuse the eighteen runes one more step, but he couldn't do it anyway. After a while, the body with the eighteen runes integrated into the dialect disappeared.

At this moment, Fang Yan suddenly woke up, there was no emptiness around him, he was clearly still standing on the flying boat, and the queen bee beast Feng Nu was still guarding the side, thinking about the previous scenes, it was like an illusion.

Dialect knew, however, that this was not an illusion, and that he had indeed stepped into that void, but it was not his physical body, but his spiritual consciousness that stepped into it, just like entering the illusionary void at the beginning, all of which were made by the prohibition in front of him of mystery.

Dialect stretched out his hand again, wanting to draw the formation as before, but he couldn't do it anymore. For this situation, Dialect is not surprised. Just now he was in the consciousness, but now he is in the real world. If it is as easy as before If you describe it, it will shock the dialect.

Even so, Fang Yan also knows that he has a deep understanding this time, and he doesn't know how much other people have before this day's ban. At least Fang Yan himself is very satisfied. He closed his eyes and meditated. The eighteen runes were deep in his mind. Clearly discernible, it is the eighteen runes condensed in the void just now.

Soon, an extremely simple protective formation appeared in front of Fang Yan. It was really embarrassing for such a formation to appear in the hands of a Nascent Soul cultivator, but Fang Yan didn't care at all, and was still exploring the protective formation in front of him Law.

After a while, this formation suddenly changed, and in an instant, it turned into dozens of runes and spread out, each rune was similar to one of the eighteen runes in the sea of ​​dialect consciousness.

"Haha, that's true." Fang Yan said happily, and wanted to do more research, when a divine sense suddenly came: "Fang Yan boy, aren't you ready to leave?"

(End of this chapter)